Wooyoung has been married to his seven husbands for two years and everything has been pretty good. His seven husbands all co own a tech company together that has been doing very well and is one of the most well known companies. Little does Wooyoung...
I groaned as I opened my eyes "Fucking great" I groaned. But then I remembered Wooyoung. Fuck...... Where is he? I thought. I looked around but it was pitch black so I couldn't see anything, my hand were tied with chains along with my legs so my movement was minimal. I looked around to see that the room was pretty small, and I was most defiantly alone. So that meant they had Wooyoung somewhere else which pissed me off even more. I could feel my blood boil and could feel the redness on my face from the anger. After a minute I could hear screams which sounded similar to Wooyoung. "Please don't be Woo" I quietly whispered. I wanted to scream cry and break everything in sight but I couldn't. After about what I assumed was 10 minutes someone walked in and turned on the light, he had a mask on his face along with sun glasses. To be completely honest he looked really fucking stupid. He walked over to me and grabbed my chin "You don't look so big and bad, you know your little husband over there is really sexy I get why you like him so much" I could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice "You know his body is so sexy, and he taste so good, no wonder you and your boys want to keep him to yoursevles" He provoked. I was trying so hard to not to just scream, cause I knew it would do me no good. He let go of my chin and quickly grabbed my hair pulling my head back causing me to wince in pain. He moved his other hand towards my throat tracing his finger down before pulling his hand away but them quickly returning it back my throat but this time with a gun. He traced around every inch of skin making sure the gun didn't miss a single spot. "You know how easy it is to just shoot you right here, right now?" He questioned as if the answer was not so simple. I stayed quiet as he let go of my hair, He them put the gun back into it's holster that was kept in the belt of his pants. "Oh so your going to be quiet, I see" he smirked. He moved his hand to my shirt playing with the collar before he began unbuttoning the buttons one by one taking way to long on each button as he knew it would fuck with me more this way. "Wow you might have a better body then your little play thing" His sharp teasing tone rang right through my ears as my stomach churned as he kept eyeing my torso, my blood boiled as he kept provoking me. He moved his hand up and down my torso making sure to feel every single curve and bump. I sucked my lips in as I closed my eyes as his hand moved down to play with my belt. "Aw why don't you want to look at me" I could hear his smirk in his tone, he pulled his hand away for a minute before bringing it back. My eyes were still glued shut as out of nowhere I felt a burning sensation on my chest "Aa-ah f-fuck" I quietly winced under my breathe. "Aww so you do know how to speak?" He mocked as he brought the lighter back to my chest add a second qauter sized burn on my chest. He went on and on for atleast 20 minutes before he finally stopped, I was confused on why since it seemed like he was having the time of his life. He began tracing the marks with his finger before he began pressing down on them as if they were buttons "Fuck y-you!" I lowly growled, He smirked at me as if this whole time he had just wanted to make me talk. He smiled as if he had just won the quiet game. He brought his hand up to my neck once again and harshly grabbed it applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult but not enough to stop air from getting through "Don't fucking talk to me that way!" He barked as he pulled out his knife, he held it up to my neck before quickly bringing down to my torso and quickly cutting a long wound into my chest. It wasn't too deep but it was still pretty deep. It hurt like hell but I couldn't let it bother me, and i couldn't let this prick see how much it truly hurt. "Now be a good boy" His smile grew wider with each word as he slipped his hand in my pants. After about 20 minutes his phone rang, he quickly picked it up and only got to say a few words before the phone call ended. "Well I have better things to do" He stated before walking out of the room not forgetting to shut of the light before he left. I felt disgusting and like I wanted to throw up after that and was suprised that I hadn't. I wanted to just magically somehow rip my hands and legs out of these chains and go fucking kill him. He didn't really do anything too Wooyoung right? right? I started thinking about ways to get out of here but all I could think about was killing that guy. Why would he take us? why would he take Wooyoung? Did they take him because of us? It had to be, Wooyoung had never hurt or done anything to anyone, so we had to be the reason why he was in this situation. How could we do this to him, we hadn't even told him, so it's not like he knew that this could ever be his fate. It was cruel of us to hide this secret from him, I wanted to just hold him in my arms and tell him everything and apologize for never telling him and then cuddle him until the end of time. I also just wanted to be with the others, I just wanted to cuddle them. But I couldn't be with any of them right now. I started once again thinking of ideas of how to get out of here so I could help Wooyoung so we could just go home and cuddle with the others. I started banging the chain on my hands against the floor. I wasn't sure if there was a lock on the chain keeping it together or if it was simply just tied or something, but it didn't matter. After a few minutes I felt the chain get looser. And that's when I stopped, I started twisting my wrist as I tried to pull it out. The chain was loose enough for me to get my hands out, but I would have to pull them out which was most definitely going to be painful. I started twisting my wrist and could feel the chain slowly cutting through my skin. After about ten minutes the screams got louder, I had finally got my hands out, but they didn't look very good. Before I did anything else I quickly began buttoning the buttons of my shirt, so my chest was no longer revealed. I was unsure how I was going to get my feet out since I was sure that I wouldn't be able to squeeze them out like I did with my hands. I then started feeling around for a lock or a knot or anything. I finally found the lock that was binding my feet. I started searching myself for something, but I had nothing. I winced as the pain on my wrist was getting worse. "Fuck" I sighed out quietly as a tear slid down my cheek. How could I not protect him, how did I let those assholes take us. I started thinking about all the things I was going to do to the people who took us. The second I got out of here they were dead each and every one of them. If I was going to get out for one reason that would be it. I started worrying more and more. I was hoping it wasn't Wooyoung but it was so similar to his voice. I started hearing the screams which broke me to even think they could possibly be Wooyoung. "S-Stop please p-p-please I didn't do anything " I heard the painful scream. I felt helpless for once in my life I couldn't do anything. I leaned up against the wall behind me as I just looked at the black void in front of me. The screams kept getting louder as time went on. I didn't even know how long I had been there at this point, but it had felt like hours. I wanted the screams to stop, I wanted to bash my head up against the wall so I could no longer hear them. The screams were painful, and I was just wishing it wasn't Wooyoung. But every single scream just made me more sure it was him. The screams were loud and ear piercing, the screams soon turned into pleas and finally I heard the most painful scream "Please! Please! Mingi please help me!" after the scream stopped an even worse one soon followed "No! don't hurt him! Please! Please! Mingi! Don't hurt him!". Tears started flowing quickly down my face, I grabbed my hair nearly pulling out every last strand. I covered my ears as the screams continued. Finally, after what had felt like 8 hours the screams stopped. After a minute the realization hit me, shit the screams stop what if he's dead. My eyes widened. No No No No No................. No. He can't be he isn't. I kept telling myself, I kept waiting for another scream or anything but there wasn't. Please woo, please say anything. I had never wanted a to hear him scream more than I did right now. I have never belived in a god or a higer power but I had never prayed so hard for there to be one. After 30 minutes there were still no screams and the reality of him being dead just set in even more. The tears started flowing down my face harder than they already were, as I was the reason Woo was probably dead. I started hearing footsteps and whispering. I didn't care anymore, I kind of wished they would just come kill me. But at the same time I needed to get out of here alive to kill whoever hurt Wooyoung, and because I needed to protect my husbands, I couldn't let any of them go through what Woo was going through. I just wanted to go back to this morning and just hug him again. I just wanted him to be in my arms, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to hear his laugh and see his smile, I wanted too just be with him. I wanted to be with all of them. I wanted to be in our bed at home wrapped in all of there arms. I wanted to go back to this morning and just admire them all, I don't want to be in this bullshit. The tears rolling down my face got faster. I swung my head back, so I was now facing up. I heard someone outside the door. They kept rattling the doorknob as I could hear their harsh whispers. I then heard a gunshot right outside the door, The door then began opening. I could hear people enter and I quickly looked at them to see Yunho, Hongjoong, and Yeosang. "Mingi!" I heard Hongjoong say. I gave them a weak smile as They all rushed over to hug me with relived smiles, but all of a sudden I rembered "Is woo okay!?!" I quickly questioned before they could say anything else. They all looked at each other, "Is he dead" I coldly asked but got no response. "IS HE FUCKING DEAD" I shouted coldly as my tears got heavier. "No he's alive but he's really hurt" Yunho told me as he looked down not wanting to look me in my eyes. They had all come closer to my feet and started messing with the lock on the chains until it was finally off. Yunho and Yeosang quickly helped me and supported me as they brought me out of the room to see a large open warehouse. I looked around to see a bunch of our gaurds going through rooms and shit, as a bunch of dead gaurds that I assumed worked for the prick who took me and woo. I winced as every step since the chains had dug into my ankles and made it extremely painful to walk. Because of course they had to make the chains on my feet tight as fuck. The carefully put me in the backseat of the car. Yunho sat next to me, he moved me so I could lay my head on his shoulder, and he grabbed my hand in his as he just stared at me. "I'm sorry we took so long he said," I looked at him "How long was I there?" I asked. "4 hours" Yunho said as he looked disappointed in himself. "It's not your fault" I told him. I didn't feel like talking, I just couldn't talk acting like everything was fine when it was the absolute complete opposite. I just got kidnapped and heard my husband get tortured for four hours the last thing I want to do is hear their sorry ass excuses. It wasn't their fucking fault plain and simple, so they don't need to sit here in self fucking pity. My blood was boiling, and I just wanted to rest just for a second and forget about everything just for a second. I looked down at myself realizing my clothes were torn and I had a few bruises. I wondered how they got torn and how I got those bruises, but I didn't know I just couldn't remember, it probably happened when they knocked me out. I then looked at my wrists and they had deep cuts all the way around from the chains. My arms and around the cuts were bruised. I then looked back down to my chest remembering where every burn was. I could still feel it burning as if it was still happening. I looked down to my shirt remembering the big deep still very painful cut that laid there. I was thankful that it wasn't bleeding but it still hurt like hell, I wondered how I would hide this from them. Cause I had no intention of telling them that I had also gotten hurt. They had enough on their plates I didn't need to add any more. I looked down once more to realize I wasn't as lucky as I had hoped I was. I saw a little of blood seeping through my shirt. "Fuck" I quietly whispered. Everyone seemed to stressed and busy to realize my white shirt was slowly turning red. They also seemed to not have heard me which I was thankful for. I quickly pulled the sides of my jacket closer together as a shitty way to hide the blood coming from my torso.
(This is his outfit but a torn and messed up with blood seeping through the shirt)
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I knew Mingi didn't want to talk right now. So I didn't say anything, I knew mingi well enough to know that the last thing he wanted to do was listen to us explain why we weren't there sooner or listen to us explain how sorry we were. Mingi was the type of person who didn't like hearing people apologize for a situation they didn't cause, and he most definitely hated self-pity and excuses. I stayed silent as I drove knowing that if Mingi had something to say he would say it. I pulled up to our house and began to park. Right as I was shifting gears Mingi looked up "Why the fuck are we here, I know full well you didn't bring Wooyoung here so why are we here" His words were sharp and harsh. "To get you cleaned up" I stated with empathy in my voice. I knew that Mingi was scared and hurt from the events that just took place. Mingi was usually sweet and only harsh and cruel when he had to be, so it was weird to see him be so harsh without there being a reason, but I guess that was just how he showed fear. "Fuck that I'm fine, let's just go see Woo" he stated as the tears in his eyes that had recently disappeared had once again started flowing. "Mingi, I get it you want to see Woo, but you need to get cleaned up" I said my tone harshening letting him know this was not a question. "Your clothes are torn, and you need to get those wounds cleaned" Yunho chimed in with a warm expression. Mingi's wounds weren't that bad since it was mostly just a bunch of bruises and a gash on his head and the deep cuts on his wrist, or that's the only wounds that we saw. But even though his wounds weren't that bad they could still get infected or they could just worsen if they weren't cleaned and treated and I could see they were bothering him. Mingi looked down at his clothes and back at us "Fuck this!" He barked as he stepped out of the car. Once his feet hit the ground he nearly fell over. "What the fuck!" I said as I watched the tall limping boy try to walk down our long driveway. "Fucking Mingi!" Yeosang groaned as he watched the boy fall to the ground. We all rushed to him. Once we sat him up, we could clearly see his red puffy face as the tears were getting heaver by the second. "I couldn't help him then so just fucking let me help him now" Mingi quietly sobbed. Yunho went closer to him and picked him up "Yunho fucking get off me" He barked "Yunho fuck you, fucking asshole get off me" Mingi sobbed. Yunho brought him up to the bathroom attached to our bedroom and put him down on the floor. "You guys don't fucking get it! Just fucking let me go!" his sobs got quieter. "Your right Mingi we don't so tell us, and you being there isn't going to magically make him better so right now talk to us let us help you so we can all go help him without worrying about you" Yeosang stated trying to calm him down. I put my hand on his shoulder "Mingi we're here okay" I reassured him. I wanted to tell him Wooyoung would be okay, but I couldn't, I couldn't tell him something that I wasn't even sure of.
